Fnaf At Chuck E Cheese Novels & Stories

At the engagement party, the champagne tower is only half-built when Marcus Harrison answers a phone call. He glances at me and says, "I have to go. Lily collapsed at the airport." I say, "If you leave, we're done." He leaves anyway, in front of 200 guests. He carries Lily Bardot in his arms, wearing the coat I gave him, as he drives away in my car. The next day, he sends me an email that reads, "Lily will be moving into my apartment. She needs me, and I hope you can understand. Once Lily gets better, we'll get married. Please trust me." I stare at the screen and suddenly laugh. So what he wants isn't someone who loves him. It's someone who needs him. And I'm too independent, so I don't make the cut. That evening, I scroll through my contacts and find a number I've never given a second glance to. It belongs to someone who's been waiting for me for 23 years. I dial it. "Tomorrow night, 7:00 pm. Meet me at the restaurant by the sea."

"Never be vulnerable." Those were the words Adrian Blackwood’s father left him before his death. Now, as the most powerful billionaire in San Francisco, Adrian has built his life around that rule—untouchable, invincible, and ruthless. But what he doesn’t know is that his survival has never been his own doing. Elena Martinez, a humble cleaning manager, has been secretly saving him from the shadows—again and again. And despite his coldness, despite his sharp tongue, she never stops. He doesn’t know her name. He doesn’t know her face. But every time danger closes in, she’s there, risking everything for a man who sees her as nothing. Yet, something unexpected stirs between them—a connection neither of them understands. But what happens when Adrian discovers the truth? When he realizes the woman he’s overlooked holds the key to his life? Will he embrace th8e only person who has ever truly protected him, or will his pride destroy them both? Because secrets don’t stay buried forever. And when Adrian finally uncovers his hidden savior, it might be too late…

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?

Stacey Greenwood thought her life was perfect, even though her boyfriend Grant was nearly blind. She still thought life was good. Then she got a call from her mother saying her father was rushed to hospital and to come back quickly. Her life was never the same again. Grant chose that time to show his insecurities and delayed her so her father died. He had her travel back as she was concerned for him only for them to have a huge argument. She had a terrible accident and when she woke-up she thought she was her dead twin sister Amber. Can she build a good life for herself as her dead sister? When Grant finds out what happened to her, can he help her remember who she really is? And why is Grant's mother so against him getting back together with her? When in the past she loved Stacey.

Ever since Gianna's parents the former king and queen were killed two years ago, right after she learned that she was a shifter, she has been raising her little sister. Things go down hill when Gianna learns that her cousin is planning on forcing her to marry him and shipping off her younger sister to ensure that he can keep the throne. Gianna makes plans to run away with her sister when they are found out. Will they be able to escape and will Gianna be able to hide her secret and her sister's? Nolan is the soon to be alpha king and is being forced to go on miserable date after miserable date by his parents to help him find a chosen mate. Nolan does not want a chosen mate because he knows that his fated mate is out there. He was able to sense her once two years ago when she first shifted. He has been searching for ever since, but is running out of time before he takes the throne. Will Nolan be able to find his fated mate and will he accept who she is?

Revenge. Sweeter than a kiss laced with honey. Hotter than the deepest depths of hell. And, it hits harder than a f*cking train… I want all of it. I need it more than the air filtering through my lungs. And the constant, unsteady but racy beat of my heart when I’m around them. Darius. Jace. Hunter. It took them five minutes to destroy my life. Faster than it took the eighteen years of my existence for my father–the alpha of the Black Syndicate–to ruin me. I was neglected. Abandoned. Rejected. Pushed around and outcasted by my pack. Now I have to prove myself so my father’s gang won’t kill me. All because of them and by the hands of my father. Want to know the worst part? They are working together. What they don’t know is, once I get released from the juvenile detention center for werewolves I was sent to because of them–I will tear them to shreds. One by one. I, Elise Cartwright, will get my revenge. NOTE: This is an enemies to lovers dark/mafia/werewolf romance where the girl will end up with multiple love interests. (Reverse Harem)

Kendrick Harrold was supposed to be dead. At least, that’s what the world believes. For two years, he’s lived like a ghost—broken, hidden, and forgotten after the accident that stole his freedom. But when a stranger with storm-grey eyes slips past his fortress walls, everything he’s buried begins to stir. Rose shouldn’t be here. Yet she is. Rose doesn’t have the luxury of distractions. With her sister’s life on the line and a debt that could crush them both, she’s bound to a future she never wanted—a loveless marriage and a cage of her own. The last thing she needs is Kendrick Harrold. But from the moment their paths collide, she can’t stay away. He’s searching for answers. She’s desperate to escape. Neither of them expected the fire that sparks between them. But secrets have a way of clawing their way to the surface. And one act of compassion could ignite a bond neither of them can control—one that’s as dangerous as it is undeniable. In the shadows of a grand estate, behind the silence of locked doors, a voice calls her name. A presence lingers between the shelves of the vast library. She should run. She should forget she ever saw him. But Kendrick has other plans. Because she found him. And now… he might never let her go.

Her name is Ruby, a girl with a mysterious background...one who was captured right from childhood and locked up in a facility. She is naive yet swift in everything she does, capturing not one but the attention of the two most feared Alphas in Asteroy! Both brothers could kill to protect one another until she came about. What happens when both brothers fall in love with her at the same time? Will they relinquish their love for her because of their Twin bond? What happens when Ruby discovers that one of the twins is her mate? That's right, one of them, not the two whom she likes!

When Alexander Smith stands in front of me and says he's going to marry someone else, that's when I realize he's been reborn too. I remember our 20 years of love in our past life. A plane crash. And then, rebirth. "This is to save Sophia," he says. "In our past life, she was sold to a Vostmark oligarch after her father's political scandal. Not long after, she took her own life due to abuse. I can't let that tragedy happen again, so I need to get engaged to her." As he speaks, he hands me an orange prescription bottle. "If you take this, you'll forget me for a little while. You won't feel the pain. It's just seven days. Once her father's scandal blows over, you'll stop the medication and your memory will return. Then I'll end the engagement and officially propose to you." I stare at the bottle, knowing it's a lie. Not the part about Sophia's suicide. The lie is about the drug. He thinks it only causes temporary memory loss. But I know better. The suppressant causes permanent damage to emotional memory. The seven-day countdown isn't the time it takes for my memories to return. It's the time it takes for my love for him to die.

She had just one job. To fill in her mother’s role at work while her mother's boss, Jordan, searched for a replacement. Filling his head and heart wasn’t part of the bargain.